Anyone who has spoken to me for any amount of time knows I am afraid of a bunch of stuff, some of it valid, some of it ridiculous. It might be because of my anxiety but I am not sure.
The big fear though is snakes.
Whenever I have some cereal I listen to the box first. ALWAYS.
A few years back I saw a short piece in a newspaper about a family that opened a box of cereal and found a snake in there, I am now paranoid about every box of cereal in case there is a snake in there so to assure myself there is not, I listen.
Even if the box has already been opened and used I will listen just in case the snake was in hiding waiting for me (this imaginary cereal snake is both clever and cruel).
Rationally I know that I am being ridiculous, but that doesn’t mean I plan to stop listening any time soon.
I am thinking of occasionally live-blogging my reactions when I watch DVDs but for now 2 thoughts on watching Doctor Who, Season 1-Dalek:
1. The Dalek downloads the entire internet to itself…my thought “MAN that is a lot of porn”.
2. Dalek’s can now levitate upstairs? FRAK!
That is all.
When I first heard that Catherine Tate would be appearing as a companion in Doctor Who, I rolled my eyes. I have never been a fan of Ms. Tate’s comedy and therefore was not excited about the news to say the least, even going so far as to avoid her Christmas Special, The Runaway Bride. When I heard she would be returning in the fourth season I decided rather than forego an entire season of Doctor Who I would have no choice but to grin and bear it so imagine my surprise when in the space of two or three episodes Donna Noble vaulted to the position of being my favourite companion.
Throughout the fourth season of Doctor Who Donna changed from being a gobby, slightly chav-ish woman into a thoughtful strong and fiesty companion. Unlike Martha and Rose there was no romantic pining or worship of the Doctor, indeed one thing that quickly set her apart was her willingness to argue and hold her ground with the Doctor when she disagreed with him.
By turns funny and tragic she was, to me one of the most engaging characters on the show, I could help but feel sorry for her when we saw the way her Mother would constantly criticise her, or tear up a little when we saw the close relationship she had with her Grandfather.
Constantly underestimating herself, she rose to every challenge spectacularly, from being trapped alone on a Sontaran ship to tearing up when she heard the song of captivity of the Ood, she was also wonderfully funny when confronted with the strange and unexpected that life with the Doctor entails.
The viewer got a glimpse of how different things would be if Donna and the Doctor had not met in the highlight of the season “Turn Left” as the Doctor dies battling the Racnoss on Christmas without Donna there to stop him, Earth, and great Britain in particular suffer from repeated onslaughts of tragedy without the Doctor to act as our saviour.
Great numbers of the worlds population are wiped out by one alien threat after another, turning Brits into refugees and foreigners getting sent to what is clearly implied to be concentration camps until eventually, with the help of the Doctor’s former companion, Rose Tyler, Donna is able to go back and fix things, as well as giving the Doctor a clear message from this alternate world. “Bad Wolf”. The Dalek’s were returning.
The greatest tragedy of Donna Noble however is that all the wonderful things she did, all the things she is capable of had to be forgotten by the person to whom it would mean the most, Donna herself. After a metacrises wherein she bacame the Doctor Donna, part Timelord, part human it was largely she who saved the day for the Doctor and his companions old and new, but a human mind is not meant to hold the knowledge of the Timelord’s and so, for her own health the Doctor had to make her forget everything that happened over the past year, or even meeting him lest she die, thus putting her back into her former life as the gobby, slightly chav-ish Donna Noble who was always missing the bigger picture.
The person who made the most fitting statement about Donna is none other than her forgotten best friend, the Doctor himself and it is with that I leave you.
The Doctor: I just want you to know, there are worlds out there. Safe in the sky because of her. That there are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble. A thousand, million light years away. They will never forget her, while she can never remember. But for one moment… one shining moment… she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.
A great weakness of mine in fiction is killer kids. Whether this is due to my overall interest in the darker side of humanity or my general dislike of children is hard to say and so when I came across Lionel Shriver’s novel “We Need to Talk About Kevin” I thought I knew what I was in for. I read it expecting the standard story of cute cherub child is really a cold blooded killer and no one save the mother seems to notice this, similar to the William March novel “Bad Seed” or the film “Joshua”, and on the surface at least this is what I got.
In the book Kevin presents himself as no one memorable or notciable to his teachers, to his father he presents himself as the all american boy, aping, from shows like “Happy Days” what is expected from him, even going so far as to things like “Golly” and “gee whiz”, but only his mother sees the emptiness and rage inside of him and he knows it.
From the moment of his birth the two of them have been at war, from his refusing to feed from Mother’s Milk to wearing nappies until the age of six out of spite, and yet, even though it is father who dotes on him endlessly and believes his every word, I believe that it is his mother, Eva who Kevin loves at least in so much as Kevin is capable of love.
Unlike the father, Eva sees through Kevin’s mask of innocence and well crafted lies, she sees the sort of petty cruelties he is capable of to his family and others, from wrecking his mother’s study that she painstakingly papered in maps from her various travels to convincing a class mate to scratch her eczema until she was covered in blood. Husband Franklin dismisses these as usual childhood mischief, claiming Kevin doesn’t know what he is doing when indeed Kevin knows all to well.
Time passes by and Kevin’s capacity for cruelty increases, he may have been responsible for an incident costing his young, ever trusting sister Celia to lose an eye, and perhaps orchestrating molestation accusations against a teacher in hopes of getting her fired just for the hell of it, culminating in Thursday, the day Kevin takes his crossbow to school and kills 9 carefully selected classmates and staff members.
One key way that this story differs from the rest however is that it is hard in some ways not to feel sorry for Kevin. Oh he shows no remorse and I for one am certain that if he could go back he would commit this atrocity all over again but his inner self seems so devoid of meaning, of feeling, colour, interest that, if not forgive him, one feels at least moved to pity him.
In some ways it seems that the whole point of Thursday was to give his life, as he puts it at one point, plot.
Eva, his mother too is not an entirely sympathetic character, she openly admits to never liking her son even when in utero and whether Kevin’s malice stems from this or whether this dislike stems from Kevin’s malice is a chicken or the egg type arguement in that it is hard to know which came first.
These two characters give themselves symmetry however for as I said, if Eva is not entirely sympathetic, then Kevin is not entirely unsympathetic.
Although Kevin hismelf would decry any such lesson to be learned from his school shooting, each aspect of which carefully planned to avoid such banality, using a crossbow mens it cannot be blamed on lax gun control, he wanted for nothing as his father doted on him an even if she did not feel comfortable with him Eva at least gave him attention and anything he might have been inclined to ask for without spoiling him, his family was well to do, his parents marriage, although strained was intact, this all serves to make clear that such atrocities are capable of being commited by ANYONE and to ANYONE.
The book is well written, the characters complex, the plot engaging.
In many ways I kind of think blogging is kind of like talking to yourself in an empty room, because really what are the odds that anyone is ever going to read this, or if they do, care?
But I suppose I need something to do all day so I thought, why not?
I am unemployed due to various health issues and I am also a giant nerd so I foresee this blog being used mostly for me to review stuff I like, tv shows, websites, movies, games etc.
I won’t be basing these reviews on whether or not they are conventionally thought of as being good or bad or whatever, just on what I think about them, what I like and what I don’t like.
Hopefully I shall be doing my first review later today so until then…